[Rey watches Qui-Gon closely, searching his face for signs of indecision or doubt. He always seems so certain of everything, free from the kinds of conflict that Rey's been unable to shake recently. But this question actually affected him somehow.
The answer he provides doesn't disappoint. Rey couldn't care less about the flimsy justification he gives—the question wasn't about what he regretted—and she's not interested in blaming him for everything that happened in the galaxy as a result of his decision. If anything, she's looking for justification for her own decisions regarding Kylo Ren, if in a roundabout sort of way.]
You had compassion for him. For a little boy.
[Rey takes her seat again, satisfied enough with the direction of the conversation to stay longer. Her voice remains quiet, but there's something in her expression that's raw and sincere, things she's kept pent up for months.]
no subject
The answer he provides doesn't disappoint. Rey couldn't care less about the flimsy justification he gives—the question wasn't about what he regretted—and she's not interested in blaming him for everything that happened in the galaxy as a result of his decision. If anything, she's looking for justification for her own decisions regarding Kylo Ren, if in a roundabout sort of way.]
You had compassion for him. For a little boy.
[Rey takes her seat again, satisfied enough with the direction of the conversation to stay longer. Her voice remains quiet, but there's something in her expression that's raw and sincere, things she's kept pent up for months.]
Is that right?